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We choose to go to the moon She want me all to herself, I’m her lil' Hershey (Her lil' Hershey) And she tottin' on my hammer my sledge and my purse Lately, I’ve been feeling lost please tell me my purpose Please tell me my purpose, please tell me my purpose If she let me hit her friend unlimited purses That lil' ho hate on my friends just send her to church then I’m sick (Yuh, yuh) I’m sick (Yuh, yuh) I’m sick (Yuh, yuh) I don’t know what you doing Do not stop it, keep going Why you up in my cup Why you worried what I’m pouring? Tryna run to your love but I think that door closes I’m off all of them drugs, yeah, it’s hard to stay holy Rockstar living like John Lennon Hoes get mad like bitter lemon Popping my shit like, yeah (Yeah) .223s hit through ya fitted Whole lotta money, whole lotta women (Yeah) Look at my stocks, yeah, all my digits We blowing up bands you penny-pinching Shawty she foreign speak hieroglyphic (Yeah) Letras de canciones She want me all to herself, I’m her lil' Hershey (Her lil' Hershey) And she tottin' on my hammer my sledge and my purse Lately, I’ve been feeling lost please tell me my purpose (Yeah) Please tell me my purpose, please tell me my purpose (Yeah) If she let me hit her friend unlimited purses That lil' ho hate on my friends just send her to church then I’m sick (Yuh, yuh) I’m sick (Yuh, yuh) I’m sick (Yuh, yuh) This shit is all that I do, I get it out Pushing the whip and I’m smoking on za' I’m with the crew just tryna have a good time (Yeah) I’m finna party tonight Shawty want them big She in love with all the molly Think I’m in love with sin In wedlock with all my drugs She wanna fuck with a star (Star) Can’t believe I’ve made this far (This far) Now we pulling up in foreign car Split your tablet, see the star She want me all to herself, I’m her lil' Hershey (Her lil' Hershey) And she tottin' on my hammer my sledge and my purse (Yeah) Lately, I’ve been feeling lost please tell me my purpose Please tell me my purpose, please tell me my purpose If she let me hit her friend unlimited purses That lil' ho hate on my friends just send her to church then I’m sick (Yuh, yuh) I’m sick (Yuh, yuh) I’m sick (Yuh, yuh) I’m sick (Yuh, yuh) I’m sick (Yuh, yuh) I’m sick (Yuh, yuh) I’m sick (Yuh, yuh) I’m sick (Yuh, yuh) I’m sick (Yuh, yuh) From Letras Mania